Behind me, the cherished moments I left, Kept the love like blush on cheeks, Happiness flowed like creeks, Little sparks in smile was now theft.
Colour of that innocence is faded, In memories, is still beautifully shaded.
When the little things used to be so wonderful, Stars above looked like fistful.
Barefoot on ground, in dirt and sweat, Rush there and flying in swing were bliss, Dusty air showerd the most memorable kiss, Lying on there in sunset.
What could be more happy than it, Fall and rise both I admit.
All things I loved, Can't be revived As time flies, Only in old album my childhood still reserved.